Chapter 1977 Marcy Davis
Chapter 1977 Marcy Davis
Date- 18 April 2321
Time- 11:39
Location- Card World, Southern Region, Blossom District, Sky Blossom City
"Davis?" Wyatt uttered in surprise, recalling Ada Davis. The last time he saw her was during the Southern Capital incident. He heard that she vanished in the double-gate dungeon, apparently, the soldiers stationed there claimed that she had escaped to the demon realm but the City Lord of the double-gate dungeon city who was the last person to meet her refrained from making any comments.
'There can be different families with the same surname,' Wyatt thought. Then, shaking his head he looked at Brain and said, "If your sister is here, go call her I will see how I can help her." Any friends of Bloodette were his friends. Besides, their friendship was sincere and pure. Wyatt like that part a lot.
"Really?" Brain asked in disbelief, it appears he did not expect Wyatt and Diana to do anything. Yet, he came with Bloodette just to let his frustration be known.
"Yes," Wyatt nodded.
"Daisy, go call big sis Marcy, I will make sure he doesn't leave," Brain instructed his friend, who nodded with a firm expression and dased out of the dining hall.
"Bloodette, you seem to make some good friends," Wyatt was happy for her. Clara was doing her best to keep the kids on the right path but there weren't many kids in the orphanage that still had some fight felt in them let alone go out of their way to help their fellows. Daisy and Brain seemed to be special, no wonder they could accept Bloodette despite her appearance.
"Yes, but I am not so sure about Brain," Bloodette said making faces at Brain. Provoked he yelled back, "What did you say you walking hotdog?"
"Take it back or I will make you eat dirt again," Bloodette warned making a fist. Even though Bloodette's realm had decreased to that of a mortal. She was still more than what a nine-year-old would handle.
"Boss, I have talked to the person in charge of the orphanage's reintegration program. Marcy Davis's case is special, there wasn't much our people could do to help her. Over staff offered to recruit her in the special needs program considering her condition but she rejected it," Diana reported, having talked to her subordinates.
"You are lying, there is no way big sis Marcy would reject it," Brain yelled staring hard at Diana. Having been in Brain's shoes in the past Diana did not take offense to Brain's words.
"Brain, calm down, Wyatt will handle it. Trust me," Bloodette assured her friend. Since Wyatt had never let her down, she believed he would not let her friends down too.
"What sort of condition are we talking about here?" Wyatt asked wondering what kind of condition would stop a person from working a regular job. From what he gathered so far Marcy didn't sound to be disabled or mentally challenged.
Just then a cold wind filled the room and Brain yelled, "Big sis Marcy is here, she will prove that you are lying."
"Dark realm energy signature," Wyatt muttered in alert feeling that the cold wind was not simple.
"You noticed," Field Marshal said, having appeared next to Wyatt out of nowhere. Scaring, Brain, "Ah, old lady ghost."
Wyatt, Diana, and the Field Marshal ignored Brain and looked at the eerily thin and pale girl being led by Daisy. "Daisy, let me clean up first. I stink of sewer. People are eating in the dining hall."
"Big sis, just follow me quietly." It was a pathetic sight to behold, an almost sixteen-year-old girl being bossed and dragged by a nine-year-old girl.
"Field Marshal, is she in any way related to—"
"No need to guess she is a Davis family's sin," Field Marshal replied interrupting Wyatt.
"Hey, old lady, watch what you say about our big sister," Brain was prepared to fight with Field Marshal.
"Ssh, Brain, she is scary strong. If she attacks I can't help you," Bloodette hashed Brain and warned him to curb his anger a little.
"I not afraid of an old lady," Brain replied though he did so with some hesitation, as Bloodette was the strongest person he knew. If even she was afraid of the old lady, then he should behave but he cannot let anybody mock his sister.
"Brain, that is not the way to talk to your elders. How many times have I asked to watch your manners? Apologize to her now," Marcy who saw Brain arguing with a few adults hurried over. Hearing his rude words she reprimanded him and then turning to the Field Marshal, she repeatedly bowed and apologized, "Madam, he is just a kid. He doesn't mean it. Please forgive him this once."
Marcy had noticed the head of Fine Gold 'Diana Kieth' and the boy wonder 'Dalton Wyatt' next to the Elderly lady and guessed her status was not simple. This was why she did not bother to ask what happened or who was at fault here and pressed her brother to apologize. Orphans like them stood no chance against people with high status.
"Marcy, don't apologize to her, she was bad-mouthing you," Brain informed feeling wronged. After all, he stood up to defend his sister. Why was he getting scolded?
"Brain, shut up. Apologize now," Marcy stared threatenedly at Brain. Only to hear Field Marshal say, "No need dear, the boy did not do anything wrong. There seems to be a misunderstanding here, nothing more."
"Thank you, madam. You are too kind," Marcy bowed and thanked the Field Marshal, expressing her gratitude for generously forgiving her little brother.
"..." Listening to how softly the Field Marshal addressed Marcy, Wyatt frowned finding her attitude toward the Davis family's sin was wrong. Hold on, with the Field Marshal's strength she should have long noticed Marcy Davis's existence. Wyatt felt he was missing something here. Besides, didn't Anna slaughter the entire Davis family? How come people were popping up carrying the surname of the supposedly dead family?
"Marcy Davis, I am Diana Keith, we would like to talk about your reintegration program," Diana stepped forward, introducing herself, and she stretched her hand out to shake hands with Marcy as a courtesy on their first meeting.
However, March who instinctively extended her hand to shake Diana's hand hurriedly took it back and explained, "Please, don't misunderstand. I just returned from my part-time job cleaning the city sewers. I could not wash up afterward since the shower there was busted. Please, forgive me about the smell too."
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